Just gathering inspiration along the way in this thing we call "Life." I prefer to write about the trials and tribulations of societal issues, but will immerse myself in a few other genres as well. Please drop by and say Hello! Cheers..
Grasping for a semblance of sanity within these cerebral corridors. The intrusive impulses fondle my violent visions inappropriately as I woefully fend off the incessant chants and shrieks of another rude awakening.
By Tony Bacaabout a year ago in Poets
Amber flames dance and swirl To a captivating flicker The scent of his devious delights Bellowing much thicker * Warning of its dreadful touch
Oh, how I recall the soothing notes of which he played, and silver tongue yet true charade. I stayed the course my heart decayed and now I live in fear enslaved.
The deafening of Nature’s silence gently seeks thy soul. As I gaze upon this stellar canvas of which I must behold. A vision of which elicits tears as I as escape the grasp of slumber. A river flows between these Sandstone walls with the sound of distant thunder.
Imagine the entire contents of your current existence shamelessly overflowing the plastic barriers of an abandoned shopping cart, of which there is value to no one other than yourself.
The delightful vision of you so surreal as your amber tresses flow and flicker in a flame-like manner underneath the enchanted Aurora Borealis.
Psychologically incarcerated Behind cerebral walls Inaudible shrieks and screams To which they all befall . Unbridled narcissism
By Tony Baca2 years ago in Poets
THIS POEM WAS INTENDED FOR ONE OF THE CHALLENGE CONTEST THAT HAD A THEME ABOUT "WHAT WOULD YOU FIRST INTRODUCE TO AN ALIEN." I ACCIDENTLY SUBMITTED IT TO THE GENERAL POETS FORUM AND NOW HERE IT REMAINS SADLY WITH NO REAL INTENT OTHER THAN A HUMOROUS TAKE ON THAT SUBJECT MATTER.
Captivating and statuesque Born of darkness and deception Piercing eyes like fiery crystals Searing in your direction
Captivating and statuesque with an air of darkness and deception, she possesses an ethereal beauty with piercing eyes like fiery crystals that burn straight into your soul devouring your resistance as you slip into the depths of suffering and sorrow.
As I gaze upon the final moments of daylight quickly submerging beyond the fiery horizon, light flickers and dances upon the undulating sea in its last efforts before surrendering to the night.
Pre-school to prison No option to bid A chance for success The system forbids . Opportunities hidden The scars we retain
By Tony Baca3 years ago in Poets
